Deep in the Alps, there stands a little-known ancient castle. On a dark and stormy night, the castle, which had not been visited for countless years, welcomed another group of uninvited guests.
The three black helicopters are not ordinary aircraft, but look like large military transport helicopters.
A dozen men in black slid down the long rope hanging from the helicopter and arrived at the closed gate of the old castle. The heavy gate exuded an air of incomparable antiquity and was stained with rust for who knows how long.
Not turned on
And now, Marcus, the ancestor of the vampire clan, is about to smash through this door that has been sealed for endless years.
The blood energy was so powerful that under the downpour, not a drop of rainwater could touch Marcus' body. The dark red blood energy filled his fist, carrying a huge force, and blasted towards the gate of the castle.
"Canopy!" Under the incomparable fist power, the rainwater shot out in all directions like bullets, hitting the door with a hissing sound.
"Boom!", a loud noise echoed in the mountains, and the heavy iron door flew up immediately, and then smashed straight into the castle.
There was a loud noise, and countless bats living in the castle were alarmed. They flapped their bat wings and flew out of the castle. They were covered in darkness and kept squeaking in the night rain.
Marcus smiled disdainfully, and then strode into the castle. The dozen men in black behind him quickly followed. The darkness does not affect the vision of the vampires, because they are originally dark creatures.
I saw that the old castle was dilapidated and empty. There were some rotten wood on the ground. It was not difficult to see that there were some wooden furnishings inside. However, due to the age, they had almost all been carbonized.
In addition to a few rooms, this huge castle only has one hall and a statue that is five or six meters high in the middle of the hall.
Seeing the statue, Marcus couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and streaks of blood burst out from the slits in his eyes.
This statue is carved from a whole piece of marble. Even after countless years, it is still white and pure, giving people a spotless and solemn beauty.
The carving is of a kind old man, wearing a long robe, looking into the distance, holding a staff, and he looks exactly like Alexander.
"Huh, does the old man really think he is God?" Marcus sneered, with a look of disdain on his face, "Move this thing away!"
Marcus' face was gloomy.
The dozen men behind him hurriedly stepped forward to move the statue away. However, with the combined efforts of more than a dozen people, the statue remained motionless, as if it had taken root in the ground.
"Huh?" Marcus couldn't help but wonder that the power of vampires is much stronger than that of ordinary people. They can lift a thousand pounds. It is not difficult for high-level vampires. A dozen high-level vampires can't move a statue? Let alone a statue.
A statue weighing more than ten tons can be moved even on a small mountain.
Mechanism, there must be a mechanism on this statue. However, no matter how Marcus recalled Alexander's memories, he did not find any useful information about opening the underground palace.
William, the ancestor of werewolves, was imprisoned in the underground palace of this ancient castle.
"You are all a bunch of rubbish, get out of my way!" Marcus yelled angrily, then held up his right hand emptyly, his fingers spread out, and the blood energy in his body surged to the palm of his hand. A blood-colored energy ball the size of a fist immediately condensed out and floated above him.
on the palm of
"Huh!" When the dozen men in black saw this, they immediately dispersed around. Seeing Marcus's posture, he didn't know what Marcus wanted to do. Then they could really buy a piece of tofu and a head of tofu.
Better to be killed
Marcus pushed forward with his right hand, and the bloody energy ball immediately shot out like a cannonball, hitting the statue.
There was no loud noise as the men expected, and the huge statue of Alexander did not explode. The bloody energy ball actually sank into the statue.
Then, a layer of blood gushed out from the pure white statue, and then, like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, "Brush!", melted and collapsed, and even the base turned into a pile of white powder.
Marcus waved his hand, and a gust of wind suddenly rose, and the dust suddenly filled the sky. The pile of powder on the ground was blown away and turned into a puff of smoke.
A dark hole appeared where the base of the statue used to be
The figure shook, and Marcus left an afterimage on the spot. He rushed into the dark and gloomy hole on the ground like lightning. He couldn't wait any longer.
However, just as Marcus rushed into the cave, Marcus' dull roar came from the underground. Then, under the gaze of a dozen men in black, Marcus rushed out from inside.
"That's unreasonable, old man, you're so cruel!" Marcus roared repeatedly and became furious. His clothes had become tattered and there was a shocking silver arrow stuck in his shoulder.
The arrowhead that can kill the ancestor of the blood clan is not an ordinary silver arrow, but the arrow shaft actually emits a faint white light, and there is a faint wave of powerful power emanating from the arrow.
Marcus grabbed the arrow shaft and pulled out the silver arrow. Then he squeezed his hand hard and with a bang, the silver arrow immediately broke into two pieces.
Marcus casually threw the two silver arrows on the ground, and then yelled at the dozen or so silent men: "You idiots, why haven't you called people to come and break the mechanism below?"
"Yes, Master!" The dozen men in black hurriedly rushed out of the castle.
"Boom!", "Boom!"...
A thunder exploded in the air, and streaks of lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating the mountain in an instant. Inside the castle, Marcus stared at the hole in the ground, his blood-red eyes emitting evil blood light from time to time.
In a small town outside the Alps, a man wearing a raincoat walked into the town shrouded in heavy rain. The man stopped in front of a house with a light on, and then looked around cautiously.
, just opened the door and walked into the house.
There was a kind old man with white hair and white eyebrows in the room. The old man closed his eyes and sat quietly, as if he were a stone statue, motionless.
This man was Alexander, who had fought with Marcus in a lose-lose situation. When the man outside pushed the door open and entered the room, Alexander opened his eyes.
The man who came in took off the raincoat he was wrapped in, then hung the raincoat on the hanger at the door. He walked lightly and walked in front of Alexander with a pious expression.
This man who came in the rain late at night was also an old man, and not an ordinary old man. He was one of the two surviving archbishops of the Holy See, Abel.
"Sir, this is the information that just arrived." Abel took out a stack of paper from under his loose clothes and handed it to Alexander respectfully.
"Well!" Alexander took the stack of papers covered with words, and then read them carefully one by one. Alexander's brows became more and more wrinkled.
A few minutes later, Alexander let out a long sigh, put down the information in his hand and muttered to himself: "Unexpectedly, this day has finally come."
"Boom!" There was a thunder outside the house, and the rain became heavier.
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Due to the time difference between the East and the West, it is late at night in the West, but it is a sunny morning in the East. The cold winter has passed, and the earth has ushered in the early spring full of vitality.
The creatures that have been dormant all winter are rejuvenated. The leaves sprout buds, tender grass grows on the ground, and the grass grows and warblers fly. The eastern land is prosperous.
At around 1st o'clock in the morning, the Boeing 747 passenger plane that usually flies from Europe to Shanghai slowly landed on the runway at Shanghai Pudong Airport.
Later, a group of young foreigners appeared in the departure hall. This group of foreigners was very conspicuous because among them, the women were beautiful and the men were handsome. It was impossible not to attract attention.
However, what makes people feel strange is that among these handsome boys and beautiful girls, there is an old man among them.
Among this group of Western young people, there is one who is like a queen. She is a beauty, a beauty with a unique temperament.
With an angel-like face and a devil-like figure, the rare thing is that this Western beauty also gives people a feeling of purity, comfort, and comfort like a spring breeze.
The young woman and even the old man surrounding this Western beauty all seemed to be trying to protect her.
After this group of Westerners exited the terminal, four black cars drove over silently, parked in front of them, the door opened, and a woman wearing a black dress and a top hat walked out.
This woman is wearing a pair of sunglasses on her face
"Haha! Alyssa, I never thought we would meet under such circumstances!" The woman who got off the car was also a Western woman, speaking fluent English with a European accent.
In terms of appearance, this woman in a black dress is definitely no worse than Alyssa. However, the temperament of this woman and Alyssa are completely opposite.
Alyssa is as pure as an angel, but this woman exudes an evil aura, and has a fascinating charm that makes people look around.
"Anna, long time no see." Alyssa smiled and came forward. "I'm curious, why are you not afraid of the sun anymore and dare to walk in the sun?"
These two women, one is the Vatican Saint Elisa, and the other is the little princess Anna of the Field family. One is good and the other is evil. It is incredible that they have come together in the place where they once died.
"Humph! There is another thing in this world called sunscreen oil." Anna put away her smile and said coldly. If we didn't have a common enemy, Marcus, the ancestor of the vampire family, these two people would never come together.